I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome I'm causin' more family feud's than Richard Dawson And the survey said, ya dead Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin' head RZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin' niggaz go bo bo!, Like on super cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum

I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up my style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. Now why try and test, the rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best 'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state

The meth will come out tomorrow Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro Flow, with more afro than rollo Comin' to a fork in the road which way to go just follow Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow In fact I'm a hard act to follow I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through Niggaz is like, "Oh, my God, not you"

Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie Rather do than die, check my Flava, comin' from the RZA Which is short for the razor Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

To the whole east, niggaz from D.C Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan state Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through boy Peace to the fuckin' Zulu nation Peace to all the Gods and the earths, word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads boy It ain't safe no more Peace